On this weeks’ episode of, “Alana Copes with Once Upon a Time,” Emma Swan is really f*cking angry because her life isn’t a goddamn fairy tale and anyone who thinks otherwise is a naive garbage dumpster. Also, congratulations on the engagement you guys, seriously. btw, swears abound.@abbadons-little-witch@the-reason-to-sail-home xo
+ Here’s the thing about Emma Swan’s mental state in the moments following a confession she should have heard two days ago: she’s angry. And sure, she’s angry at Killian, because, yes, of course, you tell the woman you plan to marry the finer points of the darkish past before the proposal, but he’s not the only fuck-up between the two of them. The first emotion she feels is anger, because, quite honestly, it’s easier than being sad. Turning around and walking away is easier than being sad.
Hey guys! SO the project leader (Shift) approached me with a really really sincere apology, and we talked it over and agreed that things had been said between us that probably weren’t the most mature. We agreed to put it behind us, and I really do respect the way he came to me, he seemed to genuinely regret this whole thing and explained that he honestly did just want to make a movie and restore that group dynamic.
With that being said, please please don’t send him any hate! All is dropped, and I wish him the best of luck with his movie ^^
sure I don’t need and t/w’s for this. Angst, dancing, swearing (of course there
is swearing. If you are adverse to swearing you wouldn’t have read Carry On).
A/N: Wow, this has gotten such a great
response! I love you guys so much, thanks for all your support!! this is getting intense now. did you guys know that 16 (AKA this chapter) is just 61 reversed? hm, funny…
was fucking ridiculous. I was standing in the hospital with Simon Snow’s arms
wrapped around my waist and his head digging into my shoulder while he cried. I
froze up the moment he ran at me, with a vague fear that he was going to attack
me, and I remained frozen on impact, unsure of what was actually going on.
Maybe I’m dreaming. I
thought. But this felt far too real for a dream. His skin was warm and
electric, his tears were hot and wet, and his sobs sounded like he was breaking
apart. His hands were gripping me tight, pulling me close for comfort.
soon realised I should reciprocate, and I gently hugged him close. I can’t
remember what I said, but it was something of the lines of ‘it will be okay’.
Then he shouted at me that it wouldn’t be okay, that this was Penny, in a coma, his best friend, the
last person he had in the world.
hurt me a little, since I was here, hugging him, letting him cry on my shoulder
(literally), but I didn’t get too upset about it – he was hurting at the
moment, his life was falling apart. I would be exactly the same in his
The disturbed part of me was kind of enjoying this. I felt awful about it, but
it felt so good to have him coming to me for comfort and crying on my shoulder
and just – no. Baz, this is so wrong,
I thought, his best friend is in a coma
and I’m enjoying this and no Crowley
this is disgusting.
reluctantly, I gently pulled Simon away and held him by the shoulders at arm’s
got me.” I said in a choked whisper. It was meant to be louder, more confident,
but I couldn’t manage it. Not today. I knew my face was betraying my emotion
but I wouldn’t hold it back. Not today. With all Simon was going through, it
wouldn’t help to be an emotionless prick. Antagonising him today was not a good
he asked, totally dumbfounded. Fucking idiot, Crowley help me.
got me, Snow.” I replied. Fuck, I was going to out myself soon and it would all
be over. “And I’m going to help you save Bunce.”
think I blanched. The words almost came straight out of my mouth. Because I love you and I can’t stand to see
you in pain.
frowned at him, and played the morals card instead. “What do you mean why? Because she needs help.”
but why did you come here? Why didn’t
you just go home?”
I don’t know. “You
needed help. I mean look at you; you’re a wreck.” But that’s okay, because so am I.
pouted, and I smiled a bit.
you need help. And I owe you. You wanted to help me with Mordi yesterday so I’m
going to help you with Bunce today.” Of course, why didn’t I think of the Mordi
could see him working through it in his mind. I watched a range of emotions
flow across his face. The jolt of surprise, the frown of confusion. I got a
little sad when it turned into the cold suspicion I had familiarised myself
with in our eight years at school, but my mood picked up when unexpectedly, the
suspicion turned into understanding and relief. Simon nodded, and smiled a
He said quietly. “Thankyou, Baz.”
nodded. Instead of replying, I pulled him by the shoulder over to Penny’s bed.
I sat him in one chair and I sat in the other, facing him, parallel to the bed.
frowned at me. “What now?”
laughed. “I’ll heal her. I’ll cast a healing spell or two.”
shook his head. “That won’t work, it won’t be strong enough.”
just looked at him as I slipped my wand out of my sleeve. It took a moment for
him to get the point.
right.” He said in realisation. As he said this, he reached out and took my
left hand in his. I jumped as our skin touched, the contact still sent electric
shivers down my spine. He looked at me strangely and I wondered if he felt them
too, but I shook that thought out of my mind. There was a pretty big difference
between us: I was in love with him, and he was not in love with me. That’s why
I felt the sparks. Why he couldn’t feel them.
felt his magic begin to flow into me, and adrenaline began to course through my
body. This was the third time he’d shared his magic with me, and it was no less
exciting or enjoyable.
suddenly remembered, amidst feelings of enjoyment and exhilaration, that there
was a reason for this.
pointed my wand at Bunce and cast “Wake me up inside,” which would
normally only wake someone up from deep sleep or light unconsciousness. It is a gentle spell, it wakes people up peacefully without causing fear.
felt the power of this spell as it escaped my lips, and it was not just any old
rousing spell. This could easily wake up someone in a deep state of
unconsciousness. But what about a coma?
remained holding my hand while we watched Bunce closely, although he stopped
the magic. That was only a minor disappointment; he was still holding my hand.
was holding my breath, and I could see Simon holding his. His hand was
squeezing mine tight, it was almost painful. I glanced at him, and there were
tears in his eyes.
a while, he closed them, bowing his head. “She’s not going to wake up, is she?”
he sounded utterly broken.
let go of my hand and dropped it, but I caught it because I’m weak and can’t
stand not touching him. I slipped my wand back into my sleeve and took his
other hand as well.
I breathed as he looked up at me slowly, “she’s going to be fine. Have hope.”
he mumbled –
“Simon,” I insisted, just before –
before my life exploded into an inferno of fire and heat and twelve years of